The Holy Realm, a world different from Valoran. [Full text reading. 】

The natives here have a brilliant civilization of divine magic, and entire continents and endless seas are ruled by the Holy Empire.

Humans, dragons, gods, demons, and many other races are loyal to the Holy Emperor, the leader of the Protoss who ushered in the Divine Era.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, the Holy Realm was not called the Holy Realm. At that time, the holy realm was full of clans.

I don't know when rumors have spread on the continent about the strength of divine magic and dark magic.

As the two most powerful races at the time, the Protoss and the Demon Race had a fierce argument. Later, in order to prove that the magic they represented was the strongest in the world, the two clans openly held a competition.

However, this did not quell the rivalry between the two clans, and they even carried out assassinations in private. The situation has intensified, and relations between the two communities have reached the point of war.

In order to completely trample each other under their feet, the two races began to woo other races to join their camp. As the camp expands step by step, the entire continent is in the panic of war.

After hundreds of years of chaotic warfare, the Demon Clan camp was retreated to the southwest corner of the continent by the Protoss camp*. After several years of hard resistance, the demon camp was still defeated by the god camp.

After the defeat of the demons, the high-level of the Protoss took over all the races under their command and slaughtered all the demigods and gods of all tribes except the Protoss, even the races that had been submissive to the Protoss from the beginning.

In the aftermath of the bloody massacre, the Protoss leader, the Holy Emperor, declared that all races must submit to the Protoss and create the Holy Empire.

Although the Holy Realm has been unified, the hatred of the Protoss towards the Demon Race has never diminished. They divided the demons into three hundred and sixty-nine with other races, with the demons being the lowest, followed by the human race.

Not only that, but the Protoss has also graded magic. The divine magic practiced by the Protoss is the most advanced magic, followed by magic such as water, fire, wind, etc., and finally the dark magic practiced by the demons.

With the exception of the Protoss, the other lower races are only worthy of practicing the lowest form of dark magic. Even if it is water, fire, wind and other magic, other races must be approved by the Protoss before they can be practiced. As for the highest level of divine magic, personnel of other races must have a certain contribution to the empire in order to practice.

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Under the narration of an elderly grandfather, Tiran, a fourteen-year-old Terran girl, listened intently.

No wonder she clamored for her grandfather to teach her magic other than black magic, but the old grandfather refused to agree, it turned out that their human race was just a low-level race in the holy realm.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Tiran, who was sitting on his horse, cautiously surveyed the dark valley, and a hint of Haze appeared on his immature face.

This secluded, misty valley is the Moonfall Illusion that their Terrans both fear and need. The reason for the fear is because there are many things in the Falling Moon Fantasy Realm that they cannot understand. Even if it is a small black mage in the clan, the slightest mistake will die here.

And the reason why it is needed is because the Falling Moon Fantasy Land has the Falling Moon Demon Flower that their human race needs to supply to the Protoss every year.

Glancing at the several carts of Falling Moon Demon Flowers dragged by the large army behind him, Tiran couldn't help but sigh softly: "The Falling Moon Demon Flower is obviously helpful for the cultivation of dark magic, what is the use of the high-ranking Protoss asking for this broken flower?"

At this moment, the leader in front of him suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Tilan, it seems that a man of about nineteen years old has fainted in front of you!"

As soon as Tiran heard this, she anxiously jumped off her horse and walked to the front. And the man who passed out was none other than Ye Feng, who had slept with Ahri in the boy's house in the Lost Village before.

The old man who had told Tiran about the history of the Holy Realm before also came to Tilan's side, and he looked at Ye Feng, who was holding a fox form, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

After a long time, he stretched his brows and hesitated, "He doesn't look like a person from the Holy Realm."

The girl next to her, Tilan, was curious: "Grandpa, how do you know that he is not from the Holy Realm?"

The old man calmly commanded: "Breath, this is not something you can understand now, Tilan, let's not talk about this for now, take this child and his fox back to the clan."

Tiran stuck out his tongue at the old man and said playfully, "Yes, grandpa!"

After saying that, Tiran ordered the others to take Ye Feng and Ahri with them and walk towards the outside of the Falling Moon Illusion together.

Not long after the departure of the large army, a pair of empty eyes that emitted a yellowish glimmer stared at Ye Feng and Ahri who were far away with the team.

The resentful expression was undisguised, and it came out of the mad eyes without any scruples, obviously full of unwillingness and resentment towards Ye Feng and Ahri's departure.

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In the city of the human race, Ye Feng was arranged by the old man in a simple hut of his family.

After sleeping in bed for a full day, Ye Feng woke up from his sleep in a daze. Maybe he slept too dead before, and even when he woke up, he didn't immediately notice that the old man who saved him and Ahri and Tiran were in the house.

He struggled to sit up, his head grogging. Taking a deep breath, he vaguely remembered that he had a terrible nightmare. In the dream, his body turned blackened as if it had been burned by fire, and he also transformed into a giant monster. His eyes were blank and shimmered with a cloudy yellowish glow.

"Are you awake, young man?" Seeing that Ye Feng woke up, the old man spoke at the right time.

As the old man's voice sounded, Ye Feng noticed that there was a charity old man and a girl about fourteen years old beside his bed.

"Who are you?" After experiencing some things in Bilgewater, Ye Feng is no longer as unsuspecting as before. When he woke up to two strangers in the room, he was wary.

Tilan didn't like Ye Feng's vigilant attitude a little, she deliberately said to the old man Y Yang: "Grandpa, look at him, that look at him as if we are bad people!"

The old man didn't pay attention to Tilan, but smiled kindly at Ye Feng: "Young man, we found you sleeping in the Falling Moon Illusion, so we brought you back."

What is Moonfall Fantasy? Why haven't I heard of it? And didn't I sleep with Ahri in a teenager's house before? Ye Feng had a lot of doubts in his heart at the moment, and wanted to ask Ahri. However, he lowered his head to look at Ahri, who was in the form of a fox, and decided not to disturb her rest.

After looking at the old man and Tiran vigilantly a few times, Ye Feng asked, "Where is this?"

Hearing Ye Feng's question, the old man smiled: "This is the Holy Realm Continent."

Sacred Continent? Ye Feng suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he remembered the last time he and Ahri fell into an unknown valley, unable to use the power in his body.

Trying to mobilize the sword intent and magic power in his body, Ye Feng couldn't mobilize anything, just like an ordinary human being. He began to believe in the old man and the girl in front of him, and he and Ahri were afraid that they had come to the strange world again.

But he still had the mentality of luck, hoping that it was just that he had a physical problem and could not use magic and sword intent for the time being. He asked apprehensively, "Isn't this Valoran?"

Listening to the unfamiliar name, Tiran asked curiously, "Where is Valoran?"

At this time, the old man's eyes were terrifying, and the terrifying magic power fluctuations reminded Ye Feng of a demigod.

The old man stared at Ye Feng with burning eyes, and it could be seen that the word "Valoran" made his thoughts extremely uncalm. He calmed down the turbulent waves in his heart before he said, "Are you a Valoran?"

Ye Feng hesitated, but still said, "Well, isn't this really Valoran?"

Hearing Ye Feng's affirmative reply, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed with a hint of imperceptible shock and joy: "No, this is a holy realm different from Valoran, my name is Kiran, and the girl next to me is my granddaughter Tiran, what about you, young man?"

Moyi: About four or five chapters, five or six chapters, and then I'll go back to Valoran

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